I got a job.
I got a job after applying to upwards of 300 jobs. I got a job after close to 30 hours making and re-making my portfolio. I got a job after ripping three pairs of tan colored stockings as I prepared for the next job fair.
You're looking at the 6th Grade Math Teacher and I feel like I'm living a dream come true.
Here's the breakdown of how things happened:
Monday: I interviewed. Later that day, I got called back for a demo lesson.
Friday: Demo Lesson
The following Tuesday: Call from Principal - I'm moving on to the Superintendent.
Friday: Meeting with Superintendent. HIRED. (I may or may not have looked like a little girl on Christmas morning after I shuck his hand. I think I blacked out a little...)
And today, I was welcomed into my home for the upcoming year. The Principal, who is an awesome man, gave me a tour of the school and showed me my room. As I entered the bare classroom, I couldn't help but imagine it with all of my students filling the desks and my decorations around the walls. Needless to say, I've been dreaming about the first day of school and meeting all of my new 6th graders for weeks.
I decided I'm pretty much 75% excited and 25% nervous/overwhelmed. The idea of me, 23 year-old Lisa, the girl who left her keys on my grandmothers car as she drove away, running a classroom is utterly crazy to me. I'm still wrapping my mind around the fact that I got paperwork for my PENSION today. WHAT? But, crazy and scary and overwhelming, it will be. But more importantly, the excitement of the upcoming 180 school days is going to fly. Each day, I'm going to learn. I'll learn from my students and from myself. I'll figure out this whole "teaching thing" and hopefully inspire a few kiddos along the way.
Cheers to kids. Cheers to meeting my fellow educators. Cheers to Lisa learning her way around her new school. Cheers to my next chapter.